Discordant Harmony
Dispensing Donuts
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- Seen Sep 28, 2014
Beginning in The Not So Distant Past
All was quiet in the dorm rooms, so if one stopped to listen intently they would hear some humming from behind one of the doors. Moving closer would detect a rapid beeping noise, recognizable to most students as coming from one of the school-wide virtual pets. An ear placed in a choice position would also pick up rapid clicking noises.
Inside the room, a teenager lay lengthwise on his bed staring at the bright screen of a laptop computer. The lights were off, obscuring the room in darkness. Various objects were scattered around, and on top of a dresser was a half-finished pizza pop on a paper plate. The end table beside the bed held a lamp, an alarm clock, and a frantically vibrating virtual pet device. The boy had a spare period at the time, and was taking his time to play on the laptop. The small computer itself was sitting on an empty pizza box, along with the mouse the boy used for better control (who could use those laptop mouse pads for gaming anyways? It was infuriating). As the headphones worn by the young gamer were blaring music and sound effects, he was pleasantly oblivious of his pet program's beeping and buzzing.
With the lights out, it was of course impossible for the oblivious Richard Mayfield to know the power had just gone out. It was also impossible to hear the panicked screams and chaos outside. The dorm room appeared empty from a distance, so for the time being it was ignored by the attacking creatures, as Richard directed his avatar through rigorous level grinding in preparation for the fight with boss.
After some time, the greater number of students and faculty had either fled or been cut down, leaving the chaos outside greatly reduced. Richard's ears were starting to hurt from the constant assault of sound, and it was almost time for the next class, so he took off the headphones. Noticing now the beeping from the device nearby, he notified the rest of his party he was leaving.
_DthKiller_: I'm out guys, gotta get to class
zombiemechahitlr: cya DK
LK5000: bai
Logging off the game and shutting down the computer, Rich closed it and stowed it in his satchel beside the bed. Crawling over to the virtual pet, he tried in vain to turn on the lamp and see the dimly lit screen. He was reaching for the snooze button of his alarm clock, which made a little light turn on to illuminate the time, when he fell out of the bed, stunned by a tremendous roar that resounded across the campus. Hitting his head on the floor, he saw the dark room spinning around him. Holding his head, he groaned and sat up, "The **** was that?" the teen cussed foully, opening the blinds to look out the small window of his room. The campus was overrun with creatures of every shape and size imaginable, and Richie rubbed his eyes, taking another look. Still there. He really needed to see a psychiatrist. Glancing down at the virtual pet on his end table, he held it to the windowlight. The little squid thing was flipping out, and a message reading "Would you like to play a game?" took up most of the screen. Talk about SAW flashbacks. Richie shuddered and looked out the window. The creatures were still there, and... a few were moving towards his building. Had they seen him? The teen started to hyperventilate, looking around with his eyes eventually resting once more on the virtual pet. If there was one thing he had learned from video games, it was that pressing 'Yes' would somehow get him out of this. He reached out a shaking finger, holding onto the side of the end table for balance. There was a muffled crash from below as something broke into the building.
Now or never.
The quivering finger pressed in the button, confirming the selected 'Yes'. The device began to glow, lighting up the corners of the room untouched by the daylight with a bright orange. Some breaking sounds could be heard on the floor below, as Richie covered his eyes and backed up. A sphere of light rose up from the screen, forming into a creature of nightmares resembling the little squid pet. The teen backed up against the door as the thing started to cackle. Grabbing his satchel, Richard pulled his arm away as the think leapt down to where it was, staring up at him with giant dilated eyes. Opening the door, the teen dashed out of the frying pan and straight into the fire- literally, in fact! The stairwell door down the hall suddenly exploded in a burst of black flame. A small demon creature floated through, and Richard turned to flee down the hall only to see a dead end further back. Turning to face the monster, he saw the creature from his room had moved out into the hall, and was staring down the imp with an idiot grin on its face. It was carrying some sort of device with it.
Nobody moved for a moment, until Richie fell over. The teenager had finally fainted from the gravity of the situation. The imp was snapped out of its staring contest with the monster and shot a black fireball down the hall, "Night of Fire!" The odd entity laughed in response, bullets of energy shooting out of its mouth and down the hall, one of them colliding with the fireball and causing it to explode early, leaving scorch marks on the wall. The other two flew onwards, one crashing into the floor and blowing a hole in it to the floor below, the other hitting the imp and causing a small explosion of energy, knocking it backwards. Flying down the hallway, the virtual entity quickly closed the distance between itself and the recovering imp, but was cut off by a winged monster that emerged from the hole. Retreating, the friendly monster cackled despite being outnumbered, moving back towards its helpless partner and firing off another volley of explosive laughter. The enemies managed to evade the missiles of light themselves, but the explosions knocked the winged one around. The imp flew over the attacks, firing a fireball and landing a direct hit, causing its target to cringe and retreat faster.
Seeing as the fight was going nowhere good, Richie's partner reached the fallen human, then turned around and fired a blast of energy into the floor near the pair. Grabbing Richard by the arm, it dragged him down the hole and the two fell to the floor below. At the other end of the hall the pursuers flew down through their own hole. Another energy blast, and the pair descended further to the ground floor. Richie was dragged into a nearby room that looked like it had already been searched, and the door was closed behind. His Digimon waited a while, to see if the other monsters would find them. After a few minutes of silence, it decided things were safe and began looking through Richie's satchel. It swapped the D-Syn for a granola bar and ate the snack without even removing the wrapper. Not enough. It picked up a container of hair spray from the table in the room and examined it, before swallowing it whole and looking around for more food.
Another massive roar shook the area, and Richie stirred awake. His head hurt. Hell, his entire body hurt (the consequences of falling down two floors of the building). "Ugh, wh-" A large hand clamped over Richie's mouth, and he tried to scream, but was muffled. The creature muttered, "Ssshhh. They hear us, we die." That shut Richie up and it removed its hand. The human was struggling to take deep breaths and regain his composure, every fiber of his being urging him to scream. But he knew what the things said was true. It seemed to have saved him from the demon in the hallway.
"Wh-what are you?" Richard stuttered out quietly, leaning back on the room's bed. He pulled in his knees and curled up into a ball.
"Keramon," it answered simply, and from the look on its face it was holding back what would have been lethal laughter. Or maybe that was just how its face normally was.
"Right... right. Uh," truly at a loss for what to do, Richard just sat there dumbfounded, still hoping that he was dreaming. Everything seemed too vivid for it to be a dream though, including the pain. For the moment, the two waited out the storm, Keramon chancing a peek out the window shutters. There were less hostile Digimon around, but still enough that they couldn't chance making a break for it.
Setting itself back down on the floor, the creature grumbled, "I'm hungry." Richard's own stomach growled, and he remembered the pizza pop upstairs, wishing he had eaten it when he had the chance.
All was quiet in the dorm rooms, so if one stopped to listen intently they would hear some humming from behind one of the doors. Moving closer would detect a rapid beeping noise, recognizable to most students as coming from one of the school-wide virtual pets. An ear placed in a choice position would also pick up rapid clicking noises.
Inside the room, a teenager lay lengthwise on his bed staring at the bright screen of a laptop computer. The lights were off, obscuring the room in darkness. Various objects were scattered around, and on top of a dresser was a half-finished pizza pop on a paper plate. The end table beside the bed held a lamp, an alarm clock, and a frantically vibrating virtual pet device. The boy had a spare period at the time, and was taking his time to play on the laptop. The small computer itself was sitting on an empty pizza box, along with the mouse the boy used for better control (who could use those laptop mouse pads for gaming anyways? It was infuriating). As the headphones worn by the young gamer were blaring music and sound effects, he was pleasantly oblivious of his pet program's beeping and buzzing.
With the lights out, it was of course impossible for the oblivious Richard Mayfield to know the power had just gone out. It was also impossible to hear the panicked screams and chaos outside. The dorm room appeared empty from a distance, so for the time being it was ignored by the attacking creatures, as Richard directed his avatar through rigorous level grinding in preparation for the fight with boss.
After some time, the greater number of students and faculty had either fled or been cut down, leaving the chaos outside greatly reduced. Richard's ears were starting to hurt from the constant assault of sound, and it was almost time for the next class, so he took off the headphones. Noticing now the beeping from the device nearby, he notified the rest of his party he was leaving.
_DthKiller_: I'm out guys, gotta get to class
zombiemechahitlr: cya DK
LK5000: bai
Logging off the game and shutting down the computer, Rich closed it and stowed it in his satchel beside the bed. Crawling over to the virtual pet, he tried in vain to turn on the lamp and see the dimly lit screen. He was reaching for the snooze button of his alarm clock, which made a little light turn on to illuminate the time, when he fell out of the bed, stunned by a tremendous roar that resounded across the campus. Hitting his head on the floor, he saw the dark room spinning around him. Holding his head, he groaned and sat up, "The **** was that?" the teen cussed foully, opening the blinds to look out the small window of his room. The campus was overrun with creatures of every shape and size imaginable, and Richie rubbed his eyes, taking another look. Still there. He really needed to see a psychiatrist. Glancing down at the virtual pet on his end table, he held it to the windowlight. The little squid thing was flipping out, and a message reading "Would you like to play a game?" took up most of the screen. Talk about SAW flashbacks. Richie shuddered and looked out the window. The creatures were still there, and... a few were moving towards his building. Had they seen him? The teen started to hyperventilate, looking around with his eyes eventually resting once more on the virtual pet. If there was one thing he had learned from video games, it was that pressing 'Yes' would somehow get him out of this. He reached out a shaking finger, holding onto the side of the end table for balance. There was a muffled crash from below as something broke into the building.
Now or never.
The quivering finger pressed in the button, confirming the selected 'Yes'. The device began to glow, lighting up the corners of the room untouched by the daylight with a bright orange. Some breaking sounds could be heard on the floor below, as Richie covered his eyes and backed up. A sphere of light rose up from the screen, forming into a creature of nightmares resembling the little squid pet. The teen backed up against the door as the thing started to cackle. Grabbing his satchel, Richard pulled his arm away as the think leapt down to where it was, staring up at him with giant dilated eyes. Opening the door, the teen dashed out of the frying pan and straight into the fire- literally, in fact! The stairwell door down the hall suddenly exploded in a burst of black flame. A small demon creature floated through, and Richard turned to flee down the hall only to see a dead end further back. Turning to face the monster, he saw the creature from his room had moved out into the hall, and was staring down the imp with an idiot grin on its face. It was carrying some sort of device with it.
Nobody moved for a moment, until Richie fell over. The teenager had finally fainted from the gravity of the situation. The imp was snapped out of its staring contest with the monster and shot a black fireball down the hall, "Night of Fire!" The odd entity laughed in response, bullets of energy shooting out of its mouth and down the hall, one of them colliding with the fireball and causing it to explode early, leaving scorch marks on the wall. The other two flew onwards, one crashing into the floor and blowing a hole in it to the floor below, the other hitting the imp and causing a small explosion of energy, knocking it backwards. Flying down the hallway, the virtual entity quickly closed the distance between itself and the recovering imp, but was cut off by a winged monster that emerged from the hole. Retreating, the friendly monster cackled despite being outnumbered, moving back towards its helpless partner and firing off another volley of explosive laughter. The enemies managed to evade the missiles of light themselves, but the explosions knocked the winged one around. The imp flew over the attacks, firing a fireball and landing a direct hit, causing its target to cringe and retreat faster.
Seeing as the fight was going nowhere good, Richie's partner reached the fallen human, then turned around and fired a blast of energy into the floor near the pair. Grabbing Richard by the arm, it dragged him down the hole and the two fell to the floor below. At the other end of the hall the pursuers flew down through their own hole. Another energy blast, and the pair descended further to the ground floor. Richie was dragged into a nearby room that looked like it had already been searched, and the door was closed behind. His Digimon waited a while, to see if the other monsters would find them. After a few minutes of silence, it decided things were safe and began looking through Richie's satchel. It swapped the D-Syn for a granola bar and ate the snack without even removing the wrapper. Not enough. It picked up a container of hair spray from the table in the room and examined it, before swallowing it whole and looking around for more food.
Another massive roar shook the area, and Richie stirred awake. His head hurt. Hell, his entire body hurt (the consequences of falling down two floors of the building). "Ugh, wh-" A large hand clamped over Richie's mouth, and he tried to scream, but was muffled. The creature muttered, "Ssshhh. They hear us, we die." That shut Richie up and it removed its hand. The human was struggling to take deep breaths and regain his composure, every fiber of his being urging him to scream. But he knew what the things said was true. It seemed to have saved him from the demon in the hallway.
"Wh-what are you?" Richard stuttered out quietly, leaning back on the room's bed. He pulled in his knees and curled up into a ball.
"Keramon," it answered simply, and from the look on its face it was holding back what would have been lethal laughter. Or maybe that was just how its face normally was.
"Right... right. Uh," truly at a loss for what to do, Richard just sat there dumbfounded, still hoping that he was dreaming. Everything seemed too vivid for it to be a dream though, including the pain. For the moment, the two waited out the storm, Keramon chancing a peek out the window shutters. There were less hostile Digimon around, but still enough that they couldn't chance making a break for it.
Setting itself back down on the floor, the creature grumbled, "I'm hungry." Richard's own stomach growled, and he remembered the pizza pop upstairs, wishing he had eaten it when he had the chance.
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